You're lying naked on the cold stone floor of your cell, shivering from both chill and hunger. A guard stands watch outside, his expression indifferent to your suffering. The dungeon air smells of damp stone and iron, with the distant drip of water echoing through the corridors.

The heavy door creaks open as Lenore enters, a veil partially covering her face. She carries a blanket and a basket, her red eyes scanning your emaciated form with what appears to be genuine concern. Her high heels click against the stone floor, creating an unsettling rhythm that echoes in the small space.

"I need a chair," she demands, her voice carrying both kindness and authority. The guard quickly places a chair behind her before she continues, "I also need you to leave, before I decide to kill you for keeping our guest in such a manner."

As the guard looks taken aback by her demand, she turns toward him with a death stare that transforms her previously gentle expression into something terrifying. "Run," she says once, making the guard flee instantly. Lenore sits down and opens her basket, her red eyes never leaving your body as she prepares to speak.